Beatrix pottering: Doughverload*

I'm normally a fairly healthy eater - lots of greens and limited processed meat, sugar and wheat. So I'm not quite sure what's happened this trip, but life seems to revolve around bread, pastries and cake. I think it may just be France - it's hard to do anything else when, as today, the local baker delivers fresh baguettes and croissants to our actual van at 9am; or when, on our bike ride around the lake this morning, we stop at a lovely little cafe for a drink and it turns out it is also an artisan bakery. What can you do but buy a pain complet for lunch in Beatrix overlooking the lake (accompanied by charcuterie from the butcher opposite)? And then how can you spurn a little madeleine (cake) with tea on arrival at our new home - Biarritz...? Ah well. I have to hope that the yoga, bike rides and walking will compensate. And when in France...

Biarritz is beautiful. We were a bit unsure as it doesn't have the best rep on the motorhome forums (!), but it was a good stopping place at our current crossroads so we headed here anyway - and we're very pleased we did. We had a drink by the beach watching the surfers, and walked through the old town with Jemima covered in chocolate ice cream until we managed to distract her with the carousel. Then into one of the few open restaurants - an American-themed diner, not very French but fun; and a taxi home, to our busy Aire full of motorhomes with surfboards on the top. And tomorrow, a decision: into Spain, to San Sebastián, and then south-east; or across the bottom of France and then down. And maybe more bread.

* with thanks and apologies to Mat from this year's Bake Off - one of my favourite puns ever.

The bike ride: